Niklas Voortag, High King of Terrna lives his life for his people. His own needs are unimportant. Driven by the words of an ancient prophecy, he searches far and wide for the woman who can save his world. Now that he's found her, can she also save his heart?

Kidnapped from her world and everything she knows, Brianna O'Neill finds that she is The One bound to save an entire world. A trip through space, an acquaintance with a faery and an ancient sorcerer was never at the top of her list. Now she must come to terms with the fact that sheis the only one with the power to thwart an evil plan.

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A slight movement in the corner startled her and she shivered with fear. Swallowing thickly, she tried to talk around the giant lump in her throat. "Is someone there?" She sat up, pulled the sheet up to her chest and squinted into the darkness, trying to see around the shadowy shapesshe knew was her furniture. The sound of breathing from the corner made her heart pound faster.

Brianna's hands fisted in her sheets, she hadn't been this frightened in her own bedroom for years. The old fears and insecurities rose up, bound her to the bed, making it nearly impossible to move. She was torn between running and pulling the covers up over her head like a frightened child.

She inhaled sharply when a person stepped from the shadows, even opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Reaching for her throat, she wanted to claw at the slim column and force it to comply. She tried again, still nothing.

Is this another dream? The intruder stepped fully into the moonlight and she could see him, or her, very clearly now. Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be human. It was tall and thin, with long silver hair and long pointy ears. Brianna resisted the urge to giggle. Hysterics were not an option. She needed to keep her wits about her.

"I would appreciate it if you did not think of me as an it or as a female." The creature straightened. "I am Larin of the Fey. Messenger of Morgaine.""Huh?" Brianna sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. Now that she knew she wasn't looking at a specter, whoever it was, had to be human. Fear came bounding back. She cast furtive glances around the room, hoping to find something she could use as a weapon. What the hell, if she wasgoing to die anyway, she was going to go out with a bang. Maybe literally.

"First of all, how did you know what I was thinking? Two, how did you get in here, and three, just who in the hell are you?" Brianna waggled three fingers, glaring at him. She didn't give a crap if he was gay. She just wanted him out of her house.

He sighed. "I am most certainly not gay. Not in the manner you mean at any rate." He hedged. "I am gay, meaning that I am happy." He smiled and spread his arms wide, his hands palms up. Like that was supposed to clear things up? Brianna slid backward across her bed to put more space between them. Turning her back, she dropped the sheet, grabbed her robe and put it on. Maybe he was a weirdo surgically altered to look strange. One who needed to make the acquaintance of the guys who wore the white coats?